"No, that little milk fox's life is mine~" Qing Yue's beautiful voice added a little chill to this situation.

Her hands as beautiful as orchids, holding the head of the god, a pair of green eyes seemed to be smiling, and the scattered hair on the head of the wind god instantly flew out like withered grass clippings.

The dewy skin on the face quickly dried up, sinking deep into the cheeks, the cheekbones were high, and the only one eye that was left was dry and dull.

In just one sentence, the skull had turned into a white bone skeleton, with only the hollow eye sockets deep, overflowing with blue phosphorus fire.

The breeze blew the clouds in the sky, and the clouds covered by the golden-robed man's face turned into a pure white color again, and a pair of dark golden eyes loomed in the clouds, sacred and noble.

Those eyes did not look at the loyal subordinate who had died unexpectedly, nor did they look at this good guest who had come here silently from his senses that could deceive him.

He looked at the white bone skeleton in her palm without sorrow or joy, and even looked at it with some indifference and ruthlessness.

The god of wind died like this.

A moment ago, he was full of murderous intent and heroic ambition, and he obtained the seal, which is undoubtedly about to become the most powerful and ruthless sanctioner in the world, because it means that he will not be checked and suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Order.

The bloody slaughter had not yet begun, but he died here quietly.

The wind breath of heaven and earth still lasts forever, and it has not even been disturbed by the fall of this wind god who controls the eternal wind.

The dim star sand trapped in the skull spirit platform has finally peeled off, and it is about to be devoured.

The woman in the clouds and mist chuckled lightly, with a hint of joy in her extremely beautiful and beautiful voice: "It is rumored that the wind god was born since ancient times, and was born from the Fengquan ferry on the Holy Mountain of the God Emperor, and it has been more than 70,000 years since the growth of the living spirit, and it is only one step away from becoming a high-ranking god. ”

The golden-robed man sneered, and finally spoke again: "I can quietly enter the scope of my consciousness perception, look at the Seven Realms, and I can't find the fifth person." ”

The dark golden pupils carefully looked at the slender figure under the clouds.

Although the figure stood in the clouds, the aura strangely did not exist in this space, as if some magical means and spells had projected her phantom into the clouds very skillfully.

His metallic voice was magnetic and low, with a certain majesty that shocked all things, and his tone was flat but had a bone-deep arrogance and contempt: "But you, among these five, are just an ant-like existence. ”

It's too weak!

It's just opportunistic with some side-of-the-road power.

"Ants?" the woman tossed her hand in a casual gesture

The skull that was thrown into the air was quickly enveloped in the blue phosphorus fire, and then burned and devoured, only a little indestructible starlight slowly overflowed into her fingertips.

The wind blew through the long green strands, and the hair flew backwards over her fair cheeks and the faint lines of blood at the end of her eyes that bloomed like thin branches.

The beautiful blue vertical pupils flowed slightly, and her gaze spread out from the misty clouds, and suddenly there was a bit of rich and scattered fishy sweetness and decay in the not cold dampness, which stimulated every skin of the human body.

The golden robe on the man's body suddenly floated violently, and thousands of stars broke through the clouds and fell like holy light from the sky, and the world was finally able to shine on its clear and true side.

The sea of clouds is still the same, and the road that seems to be empty and nothing hidden in the clouds has a whiter one, no, it is the road to heaven built by the white skull.

Hidden in the clouds, it rises and falls, and changes are unpredictable, like a wooden bridge floating in the vast sea, rippling with the wind.

It seems to be light, and it may be scattered by the surging waves and winds at any time, but every skull here is real, and it has existed here for tens of thousands of years.

In the skull eye hole, there were two wisps of golden breath, and the star sand between their eyebrows was inextinguishable, full of divine anger, which was even more fiery and terrifying than the light of the living god star sand, which carried unimaginable resentment.

The resentment of a single skull is enough to destroy a realm, but here, it is a beam road built by thousands of skulls.

The divine starlight shone lightly on the path of the bones, and the bones disappeared again into the sea of clouds, as if everything was an illusion.

The bloodthirsty and sweet smell of decay became more and more intense, and the man snorted coldly, and his calm eyes finally revealed a monstrous murderous intent.

The sea of clouds in the sky was indeed blood-red, as if it was the color of blood reflected by the setting sun.

But it was not the blood of the sunset that was reflected, but the real blood, staining the uninhabited cloud realm red.

As far as the eye can see, tens of thousands of floating corpses seem to have been abandoned, floating above this cloud with a magical law, and the blood flowing out of the floating corpses seems to dye this sea of clouds into a sea of blood.

The woman in the green skirt who hunted stood in the wind in the starlight and blood curtain.

Above the heads of the two of them, a tide of corpses floated.

Under the feet of the two of them, there are white bones.

The corpse tide is her handiwork.

And the white bones are naturally his doing.

The two fell into a brief and tacit peace.

Finally, the man slowly spoke: "It's you." ”

Under the shadow of a little Feihong, the sky is pure and the stars rise and fall according to the clouds, and the wind is splashing and splashing green silk.

A smile spread across the corner of the woman's lips

The meaning finally slowly retracted, and she said seriously: "It's me." ”

With a mind like a demon, she naturally knows why men are asking with these simple words.

She was the one who killed these gods and reincarnators, and it was she who was rampant and greedy to take their lives.

It was also her who pulled out the red oni fangs that grew out of their bodies.

She knew what kind of effort and years it took for the person in front of her to cultivate red ghosts and find the reincarnation of Shinto, and the moment it all fell into her hands.

The mood is really pleasant.

Of course, the more important point in her answer.

It's me.

Simply and calmly, it tells the little god who was exiled and lost everything, and it was me.

It's just that the little god has long since abandoned his body, and let it be eaten by wild beasts, pecked by crows, and dirty.

Now, she has returned, picked up her white bones, tempered them into the most vicious sword in the world, and embarked on this path of revenge.

The man didn't get angry but laughed: "You are very proud?"

The woman said: "This is indeed a very proud thing, but unfortunately, I am not human, and the things worthy of my pride have not yet been completed." ”

As she spoke, her gaze became particularly serious, looking at the person in front of her seriously, as if she was looking for it, as if she was confirming it.

The man said: "Now I am really a little curious about you, and I really want to know what kind of dark horns you are hiding in now, saying such rebellious naïve remarks to me." ”

The woman let out a long snort, not in a hurry to devour the star sand in her hand, but played mockingly, chuckling: "You were born a god, but you delusionally wanted to rebel against the conspirator to change the way of heaven, and you actually touched that untouchable method and established such a magnificent and terrifying way of passing through the heavens, isn't it even more naïve?"

What's even more innocent and terrifying is that the owners of these white bones are not demons, non-evil, non-demons, and non-humans.

All gods!

And all of them are high-ranking gods!

"Since ancient times, the ancient pure-blood gods have been blessed with unique qualifications to be able to cultivate to the realm above the iQue, and for demons, if they want to successfully break through the realm of virtual life, it will take an extremely long time to have a chance to break through the realm. The lord of the demon world in the world is only below the false life, even if it is the demon ancestor burying Yao, although he has successfully entered the realm of the heavenly man's false life, but he has also stopped in this realm for 100,000 years, and Shou Yuan has to profess himself as a demon and sleep in the demon domain. ”

The man's tone was indifferent, and in his mouth, the demon ancestor who shook the past and the present, comparable to the gods, seemed to have become a joke in his mouth.

He sneered lightly in his eyes, looked at Tianjing Xuan, and said leisurely: "I don't know where you got this mixed blood demon body, being able to cultivate the realm of life at this young age is already a miracle, but you ...... It doesn't seem to be a very cherished miracle. ”